A/N: Heyyyyyy! Sorry for such a long wait between one-shots. This one took me some time to write. It's my longest one to date and I was so close to making it it's on stand alone fic but decided this was a better platform. This came from an idea I had a couple months ago that I started and then life sent me a different direction. I hope you guys enjoy it.

Warning: Lots and lots of Kat bashing and the chapter is rated M for a couple of reasons.

As always, R&R and send me some more ideas!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.


The Elevator

Kimberly

The sun was beating down on the pavement, the black absorbing the heat from the rays. I could feel it through the bottom of my heels, the stilettos clicking across the parking lot as I made my way from the car that the event had provided for me. The driver, an older and puffy looking man by the name of Paul, was walking in front of me as we made our way towards the Bicycle Hotel and Casino. It was a lavish place, the towering white building seeming to look down at us as we walked closer from the private event parking lot in the back of the building. We had passed the front of the place on our way here, the name of the casino written in bright lights on the overhang. Brilliant pillars of blue lights had supported it and people had been milling around the entrance, more than likely waiting for the festivities of the night to begin.

"Miss Hart, do you want to go to the performance space to practice or would you like to see your room first?" Paul asked, looking at me over his shoulder.

"I could use some freshening up I think." I replied, giving him a small smile. He nodded, stopping in front of a glass door as we finally stood next to the building. He gestured for me to enter and I did, leaving the blazing sun behind me as the cool air of the casino lapped at me in a comfortable manner. Paul came in behind me, seeming to enjoy the nice coolness of the room. I saw we were standing in a private car port area of the hotel, other drivers and staff unloading suitcases walking around the area. It was decorated in reds and golds, the walls a deep orange color that made everything feel warm even with the A/C on high. Paul motioned towards a set of silver elevators and I followed behind him. Pressing the button, the elevator dinged and the green area above it lit up. It was pointing down, telling me it was coming from a higher level. A few seconds later, the doors opened and we climbed on. Paul pressed the button of the 18th floor and stepped back. I leaned against the wall in the corner of the elevator, looking forward to peeling these shoes off. They were cutting into my ankle and my pinky toes, making it hard to walk. At least the shoes I had packed for tonight wouldn't hurt this much.

"How often do you do events for charity?" Paul asked, smiling towards me.

"I try to do it as much as possible. This benefit just happened to fall during an open spot in my tour." I replied.

"That's very fortunate for the Angel Grove Foundation. I'm sure with you performing, they will be able to raise a great deal of money for the disaster relief fund." The elevator steadily rose, sometimes shuddering as we passed a floor.

"I hope so. It's the least I can do for Angel Grove." The elevator came to a stop before dinging again, the doors opening. Paul allowed me to step off first, him stepping passed me and heading to the left. I followed again, passing doors on each side of me. The hall was a cream color with a deep red carpet that sank as I stepped on it. Expensive painting prints hung on the walls and room numbers were printed on the doors with brass numbers. He came to a stop outside of room 1811. Pulling a hotel key card from his pocket, he swiped the card through the reader. The light went from red to green and I could hear the lock click. Turning the handle, he opened the door for me to enter.

"I'll let you get settled in. Your bags should already be here as well. Please let me know if you need anything." He stated as I passed him. I found myself standing in a rather large suite, the living area around me. Turning to Paul, I thanked him by handing him a twenty doller bill. He nodded before leaving. Once the door was shut, I sighed and pulled my heels off. Tossing them to the side, I loved the cool feeling of my feet on the stone tile underneath them. The living room portion of the suite was made of blacks, greys and whites. The floor was a black stone tile with a white carpet under black leather couches. A big screen TV was mounted on the wall opposite of me, a roaring fireplace that was lit underneath it. To the left of the living room, there were two doors and on the right, one. I decided to check out the right first, finding a bathroom. Here, I saw it had the same tiling as well as a large walk in shower. Everything seemed to be touch screen here, the device mounted on the wall next to the glass shower door. Towels were hung neatly on hoop racks on both sides of the sink and a large mirror filled up half the wall.

Leaving the bathroom, I went to the other rooms. The first was a bedroom where I found my luggage stacked neatly in a pile next to the bed. Like the other rooms, this was also hues of grey and white. The bed had a cloth grey headboard and white bedding. The walls were painted a light grey color and ink paintings hung on the walls above it. There was a door in here and I saw it connected to a walk-in closet that was the other room. My clothes were hanging in here, the dress I would be wearing tonight on it's own rack. My shoes were also set up on a shelf in here, the heels looking more fabulous in the uplighting than they had when my designer showed me them.

Turning, I headed back to the bedroom where I plopped on the bed. Soon, I would need to head down to rehearsal for my performance at the benefit. As much as I hated to admit it, I didn't want to be here right now. I knew that making these types of appearances was good for my image and my career. My publicist had repeated this to me about fifteen times since I told her I had received a call from my childhood friend, Trini Kwan, about doing this. It wasn't that I didn't want to do something good for charity. It was for a great cause. The money would be going towards those that were displaced by the fires this past year. I just wish that I could have just donated a crap ton of money like I usually did. But Trini said that it would make a big difference if I could donate my time this year rather than my money. I agreed but only because she guilt tripped me into it. She'd always had a knack for doing that type of thing and she knew just what to say to do it. "What good is it having a pop star for a best friend if I can't exploit you for monetary gain?" She had asked. I didn't know what was more annoying about it; the fact she called me a pop star or the fact she was right.

About ten years ago, I left Angel Grove, California where I grew up and headed to Florida. I left for gymnastics, did my time doing that and then found that singing meant more to me. I worked on my career in Miami, singing in every dive bar I could. I graduated from dive bars to clubs and soon, I was making enough money to afford my own demo. I made one of them, sending it to a bunch of places across the country. As luck would have it, an executive at Big Machine Records in Nashville loved my voice and called me to discuss some things. Three months later, I was signing a contract and gearing up to be the opening act for a number of bands around town. I relocated to Nashville to help my career. Opening up for smaller country stars was good but I wanted to more. I bid my time though and it paid off. I was asked to join an up and coming country group on tour as their opening act. It paved my way into a career. A CD followed that and it sold like hot cakes. The tour ended and the record label asked me to make another CD and to headline my own tour the next year. That went well and now, four CDs and three and a half tours under my belt, I have a successful music career. I recently won Album of the Year at the Country Music Awards and I've been nominated for three Grammys. If I win, I'll have four to claim.

So it wasn't the charity work or the fact I was performing that was making me regret my decision. Tonight was all about raising money. It was called a Night Among the Stars. It was a chance for regular people to buy a ticket to hangout with famous people. There were singers, musicians, actors, famous athletes here. People who are usually paid thousands of dollars just to make an appearance, all donating their time tonight to help raise money. It had been quite the list of A-list celebs too when my publicist, Janice, had shown it to me. George Clooney, Tom Hanks, and Julie Andrews had been on there as well as my friends of Rascal Flatts and Brooks and Dunn. It was the event to be at and it was something that had been sold out for months now. I knew it was a good cause, a fun night on paper, and a dinner made by some world famous chefs.

The part I was dreading the most of the athlete portion of the audience. When I had skimmed the list, one name had popped out more than anyone. It wasn't Tiger Woods or A-Rod. It was towards the end, under the other MMA fighters. If I could manage the whole night without catching a glimpse of HIM, tonight would actually be a success.


Tommy

"How does this suit look?" Jon Jones asked me for what felt like the hundredth time that hour. I looked up from my spot near the window and nodded towards the Africian American young man. He was in the same suit he had tried on earlier, the dark blue tones popping against the darker color of his skin.

"Yeah, man. I think it looks great." I replied. He glanced down and did a little twirl. Nodding, he smiled over at me.

"You might be right. Good call, Oliver." He headed towards the closet, a hop in his step. Rolling my eyes, I returned my gaze out the window as I looked out over the skyline of Los Angeles. The Bicycle Hotel and Casino was decked out tonight, bright lights set up in the front entryway and sculptures of various gods and goddesses were placed around the area as well. Below, I could make out people standing in line to get into the door for the benefit. Traffic was starting to get backed up and a police officer was signalling cars on one end of the road. "You might want to finish getting ready."

"Why?" I called. "We have another hour before the thing even starts."

"Yeah but they typically let us go in early to watch rehearsal and stuff. Plus we can get our seats earlier." He replied back from the closet area.

I liked Jon. He was one of my first friends when I joined the MMA circuit. He was new as well, trying to pick up everything he could as he trained. We often teamed up, hoping to hone the skills to the point where we could get into real matches. Ours were typically the matches that they would have before the broadcasting would begin. Though we had an audience, that type of fighter didn't make as much money as those who were headlining Pay-Per-View events. We kept training, promising to make it into the time slot. It took two years but we did make it there. We faced off against some tough opponents but we were able to make it on broadcast television for the world to see. Now, Jon isn't as active with the fighting as much as he is about training me for my next fight. He's good company and a great guy. Granted he could be a little pig headed at times, he meant well in all other aspects.

"You can go on ahead. I wanted to grab a shower anyway." I said as he walked back into the living room.

"Sure. I'll save your seat down there." With a small wave, he walked out of our hotel suite. Once he was gone, I looked back out the window again at the group below. Was she there? I thought. No. That's impossible. She's too famous for that. She was probably escorted in by someone the studio or the event paid for. Or she wasn't going to come until it was her time to sing. I wondered for a moment if I would have time to run if that were the case. I liked knowing where she was at all times rather than being surprised. At least, when it came to Kimberly Hart and I being in the same location together.

I hadn't believed it when Jon had first read the list of live performers when we got the invites at the gym. He couldn't understand why I hadn't been to thrilled to hear that Kimberly Hart, the hottest thing on the country charts right now, was going to be in attendance. He had even gone as far to say that he would sell a body part off for charity if it meant spending some quality one on one time with her. That earned him a jab from me while we were in the ring for reasons he'd never know. He must have just assumed it was my hatred of country music and moved on with his day. Ever since that day, I haven't been able to think of anything else besides this event.

I had been asked by my friend, Trini Kwan, to donate some of my time and money for the event. She was one of the co-chairs of the community and was hopeful to get as many celebrities there that she could. From what I could tell from the list, she had one hell of a turn out for tonight. During her pleading, it seemed she had forgotten to mention the fact Kim would be here. It was sneaky as shit and sounded like something one of our friends would do. I wouldn't be surprised if her husband, Jason Scott, had been in the background helping her scheme up the whole plan. The two of them have never been as subtle as they thought they were but they had surely got the upper hand in this case.

"Hey, honey?" A female voice called from the bedroom. I turned, seeing my wife, Katherine, walk through the doorway. Or at least someone who sort of resembled my wife. I sighed internally when I saw her. The tall blonde smiled at me, telling me that her recent Botox injection had begun to wear off. It had been a few days and she hadn't been able to make much facial movements since then. She wanted to make sure she looked perfect tonight, not a sign of age anywhere to be seen on her face. 'I didn't spend all of this money to not show it off!' she had said when I asked her why she needed another round of plastic surgery once we learned of the event. I was pretty certain it was because she knew Kim was going to be here and she wanted to gloat in her face about our marriage and my money she was spending.

"Yeah?" I asked, noticing her long blonde hair was curled around her head and she had pulled on the skin tight red dress she had purchased just for the event. It was low cut with thin straps and stopped at her mid thigh, not leaving any need for imagination. She also had her heavy makeup on, looking like she was going out for a night on the town for the next three weeks. She did look pretty but it just wasn't doing it for me. It hadn't in about three years now but I didn't dare say anything. Hell, if word got around that I had offended her based on her looks, all it would take is one wrong tweet and I'd never work again.

"You about ready to go?" She asked, stepping towards me. Her tall red high heels clicked on the tile under our feet. She frowned when she saw I still wasn't dressed. "Tommy, what are you waiting for? The event to actually start?"

"No. Jon was hogging the bathroom." I lied. "I'm going to hop in the shower now. It'll only be a minute." She pouted, putting her hands on her hips.

"The bar is already open down there. By the time we get there, we'll have to fight to get a drink before sitting."

"You can go on ahead without me. Jon's down there now." I offered, shrugging my shoulders as I turned back to look out the window.

"Okay!" She exclaimed, cheerfully. "Don't take forever, sour puss. The free booze and food won't last long. Especially after they let the other people in." She said, referring to the people who had spent good money on tickets to meet their idols. I closed my eyes, maintaining my patience.

"Will do." I sighed. I heard her heels click across the tile floor and then she was out of the suite without as much as a good-bye. I figured she wouldn't mind going to hang out with Jon. The two of them have been sleeping together for about a year now. At least from what I could tell. I only found out about it from the security footage from our home system. It caught the two of them together in our pool. Kat must have thought she turned the system off but the backup system had turned on. I got to see the two of them together on various surfaces of my house while I was out at another charity event that Jon couldn't attend due to his mother having health issues. It seemed my wife's vagina was the only cure.

I wasn't mad about the cheating though. It was hard to be upset when you simply don't care. I'd get a divorce if it wasn't for the fact it would be horrible for my image to break up with my hot wife and lose the only friend I had on the circuit. Plus, she'd probably end up with half of my shit since we hadn't gotten a prenup before getting married. I hadn't known at 21 how successful I'd be now. I guess hindsight is a bitch. I'd love to be able to go back in time and stop myself from marrying her. Of course, there were other things I would do as well that include a particular country singer who was somewhere in the building possibly at this moment.

Sighing again, I ran a hand over my short hair and turned towards the bathroom. My suit was hanging in it's protective bag off the door, waiting for me. It was time to get ready and plaster my persona on my face, something I was better at than fighting I think. With any luck, I'll be able to avoid a certain petite brunette for the entire night.


Kimberly

Emerging from the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself and walked into the bedroom. Glancing at the clock, I saw I only had a few more minutes before I needed to be down for rehearsal and soundcheck. I had done my best to keep my hair up and out of the water, it being curled earlier this morning. I pulled it out of the cap and saw it had stayed in its shape mostly. I slapped on a light layer of makeup before pulling on my dress. It was a pink lace number, a sweetheart neckline without any straps. It had been fitted to me perfectly, a built in bra to hold it up. The skirt flowed to my knees and it was comfortable for me to perform in. I had made sure of it while going for my final fitting. Grabbing my shoes from the closet, I shoved my feet into them and grabbed my clutch purse from the suitcase that matched it. I tucked the key card for the door into the purse before heading out the door. I thought about grabbing my cell phone but it had died on the way here and I had forgotten to put it on the charger when I arrived. I shook it off, knowing I was going to be too busy mingling and singing to need it. Besides, Janice would be sure to post pictures of me on my social media accounts while I performed. She was younger than me and knew how to be on top of that kind of stuff.

In the hallway, I heard heels coming towards me. Glancing up, I saw a tall blonde woman approaching and I had to do a double take to realize I knew her. Katherine Hillard was strutting herself down the length of the hall, scrolling through her phone. She looked extremely different than the last time I saw her. Where her face had been young and flawless, it was filled with enough plastic to consider it recyclable. Speaking of plastic, her breasts had also grown a size or five more. I was thrown off by how huge they were and how much they were sticking out in the dress she had painted on her. I guess she had found a way to spend Tommy's money. I knew the two of them had gotten married a few years after we had broken up. I never imagined that she would let herself look like one of those plastic surgery cases gone wrong though.

Hoping to avoid a conversation, I turned back to my door and pretended like I was trying to open in. She walked right by me, not even looking up from her phone as she passed. She went right to the elevator, pressed the button and disappeared inside of it once it arrived. I let out the breath I was holding once she was gone, dread filling in. If she was on this floor, it meant that Tommy was somewhere on this floor as well. I opened my hotel door again and slipped inside, leaning against the back of it. Should I call down stairs and request a room change? Chances are, they were close enough where I'd hear their trashy sex noises all night. The thought made my skin crawl. It was bad enough that we all had to be here at the same time. I was hoping to get by this with minimal contact with the guy.

"Get ahold of yourself." I said, mentally gripping my senses. It's been ten years almost since all that crap went down between us. I was so much more now than I was back then. It was his mistake for not trying to fix things between us. It wasn't my fault he was married to THAT now when we could have been together. I had so much better things going on for me right now than to worry about an ex-boyfriend. Smiling, I nodded to no one and grabbed the door knob of my door. I pulled the door open and headed back in the hallway. I saw it was empty to my relief and I made my way over to the elevator. I pressed the button and stepped back, waiting for one of the sets of doors to open. The light above the doors on the right lit up, telling me it was coming from the floors above me. I stepped closer to it, double checking I had everything I needed.

The elevator dinged and I heard the doors slid open. I moved to step in, lifting my head. I froze just inside of the doors when I realized I wasn't alone. Standing in the corner of the elevator was a man dressed in a dark grey suit, a light grey dress shirt under the coat. He wore a black tie with it, a pocket square matching it. Large sunglasses covered his eyes, a stubble on his chin forming a goatee matching the dark brown hair that was cut short and gelled on his head. The entire elevator smelled of expensive cologne and when the person realized he wasn't alone, he looked up from his cell phone in his hands.

"Kim." Tommy Oliver said, raising his eyebrows. I saw them slightly over the lenses of his sunglasses. Behind me, I felt the doors slide shut, trapping me in the lift with him. I fought the urge to turn and claw them open as the elevator jerked lightly to start heading down. What was he doing here? Why was he on here if we had been on the same floor?

"Well, fuck." I muttered under my breath. "That happened a lot faster than I thought it would."

"It's good to see you too." He mused, tucking his hands into his pockets. "I'm fine. THanks for asking."

"I didn't ask because I don't care." I replied, crossing my arms. I glanced at the buttons. We were on the 14th floor. "How about we ride down in silence and continue our ignoring game for the rest of our lives?"

"Fine by me." He said, shrugging his shoulders. I turned away from him, facing the control panel. We rode in silence, the only sound coming from the rope lowering us down. The buttons would light up with every passing floor. I could feel the sweat forming in my palms as I tried to ignore the current situation I was in. Just another five minutes and this horrible experience would be over.

There was a sudden jerk of the entire car, sending both of us flying forward suddenly. I caught myself on the wall, Tommy bumping into me. I elbowed him away, shooting him a glare which he returned. The jerking happened again, followed by a grinding sound. The elevator came to a halt, not moving even slightly. I waited for the doors to open but they didn't. Reaching over, I pressed the open button. Nothing happened. I pressed the ground floor button and had the same results.

"What the fuck." I muttered, pressing harder.

"Press the button." He said, stepping towards me. I glared at him as I slammed my hand on any button.

"What does it fucking look like I'm doing?" I asked. He reached over and tried the same buttons, nothing happening.

"It's not working." He stated. I scoffed.

"No shit. What did I just say?"

"You don't have to be a bitch about everything, you know." He snapped back, pressing a button that had HELP written on it. There was a loud ringing for a couple seconds and he stepped back.

"Well, what was that supposed to do?"

"Call for help. Thus why it says help on it. It probably rings down to the lobby and lets them know someone is trapped in here." He replied, leaning against his corner again. "I'm sure they will get it going again in a minute."

"Pardon me for not taking the word of someone who makes a living getting his head smashed in." I said, opening my purse. I searched for my phone, remembering that it was in my room.

"Says the pop singer." He retorted. I glared at him, pressing the help button again.

"I'm not a pop singer." I snapped. I saw a hidden smirk on his lips when he saw he had gotten under my skin with the comment. I opened my mouth to insult him but was cut off by the sound of an intercom.

"Hello?" A man's voice said.

"Yes! Hi! We're trapped in here." I said, leaning down by the speaker.

"How many people are in there?"

"Two." I replied, glancing at Tommy who had moved a step closer to hear better. I didn't know why. We were in a tiny space. Had fighting caused him to become deaf as well as stupid?

"We're working on getting you down. Might be a bit though." The voice replied.

"A bit? What's a bit?" I asked.

"Looking at an hour or so."

"An hour?!" I exclaimed, putting my hands on either side of the speaker. "What do you mean an hour?"

"We have to wait for the company to come fix it. Hang tight." The intercom shut off abruptly, echoing loudly.

"Well, this should be fun."


Tommy

The chances of getting trapped in an elevator? Not that astonishing. The chance of getting trapped in an elevator with your ex-girlfriend? Remind me not to gamble while I here. Well, that is if I get out of here. I watched as Kim tried to call the person who had spoken to us with the help button again but it was no use. It was amusing me slightly seeing her panic at the thought of being trapped here with me. When she finally gave up, she threw her purse on the ground and leaned against the wall.

"I'm glad you think this is funny." She said, shooting me a heated glare.

"I'm not laughing." I said, holding up my hands.

"No but it's written all over your fucking face. Some of us have to perform tonight. Not everyone gets the option of sitting back and enjoying the evening." She crossed her arms.

"Last I checked, it was voluntary based. No one is twisting your arm here."

"Pardon me for being a decent person. Try it sometime." She muttered. I rolled my eyes, pulling my cell from my pocket. Kim's face lit up slightly at the sight of it. I tucked my sunglasses in my suit pocket.

"Some of us come prepared. Guess it's a trait of a not decent person." I replied.

"Shut up and call for help." She snipped and I felt a pang of irritation as I unlocked my phone. I dialed Jon's number and brought it to my ear. IT made a beeping noise in my ear, causing me to look at the screen. The call couldn't connect due to no service. I swore, locking it again.

"I have no service in here." I said. She groaned.

"Of course not. Maybe use some of that MMA money to get a better phone provider instead of pumping your wife full of silicone."

"If you're attempting to not sound jealous, it's not working very well." I shot back. She let out a loud laugh, shaking her head. She looked the same as the Kimberly I remembered, her long chestnut brown hair curled around her face. She wore a light layer of makeup that looked more natural and flattering than Kat ever did. The dress she wore was form fitting in a modest way that reminded me why I liked her in the first place. She was still Kim, all of the same parts that she came with from before.

"Jealous? Jealous of what? Last time I checked, my networth was almost doubled of yours. And it didn't involve me looking like a neanderthal to get it either." I rolled my eyes. This Kim was a bit more snarky than I remembered, her insults going right for the jugular.

"Right. What happens when Taylor Swift asks for her material back? Is that why you stop trying to be five years younger than you are?" I slid my suit coat off and hung it up on the railing connected to the wall on my left. I bent my knees, sitting on the floor of the elevator. "Or is that when you decide to come out with a greatest hits album that no one asked for?"

"What are you doing?" She asked, gesturing to me.

"Sitting. We're gonna be here for a while. Might as well get comfortable." I stretched my legs out. "I'd ask you to join me but you'd have to remove the stick from your ass before sitting."

"Has anyone ever told you that you're an asshole?" She asked, sitting in the corner next to the control panel across from me. She adjusted her dress, making sure I couldn't see up or down it at all.

"Just you and I really thought I would have grown out of it in the last ten years. Shame on me." I replied, leaning my head back against the wall.

"Why are you even on the elevator any way?" She asked. I shifted my head to look at her, confused. "I saw Kat on my floor. We must be on the same one."

"I'm on the twentieth floor." I replied.

"Then why was your wife on the 18th? Just taking a walk?" She asked. I shrugged, knowing the answer to it.

"I don't know. You'll have to ask her."

"I think I'll pass on that one. Though, she might want it. She is in the habit of taking my sloppy seconds." I snorted.

"Careful. Wouldn't want your fans to know how much of a bitch you are." I checked my phone again, seeing I still had no service bars. I tossed it onto the floor. "Why are you even here? Shouldn't you have been down there like an hour ago?"

"Not that it's any of your business but my flight was late." She explained. She stretched her legs out in front of her as well, the carpet under us leaving an impression on her calf from the way she was sitting before. "I had to come from New York."

"Glad you could make time for us little people." I said, turning my face up towards the ceiling. "I'm sure your faithful fans are waiting in droves to see you down there. Whatever shall they do if you aren't there?"

"Just because I have fans that I've made a commitment to isn't a bad thing." She said. I let out a laugh.

"Good to see you finally able to commit to something. I know how hard that is for you." I glanced at her and saw her face was screwed up with anger.

"Oh, right. Cause I'm the only one to blame for the way our relationship ended." She replied. "Shall we talk about how soon you were with Kat afterwards or is that something we pretend didn't happen still?"

"I know you're not trying to tell me I was in the wrong when you were busy finding another guy down in Florida!" I exclaimed. "You remember? The whole reason why we broke up?"

"Maybe it was because I knew you were here fucking around with Kat." She said. "Trust me when I say the blonde little tramp didn't keep it a secret that the two of you were shacking up when we were still together." I rolled my eyes.

"We weren't. She told Aisha and Tanya that to make them think we were going to get together." I replied.

"Right. I'll believe that one right after I believe that you didn't drop out of college because Kat was knocked up." I was taken back by the comment, unsure of how she could have known that.

"What are you talking about?" I asked. She glanced over at me.

"You claim you dropped out to follow the MMA idea but the truth is Kat was pregnant. Rumors till tend to travel even when you're 3,000 miles away." She answered. "So what? Now you have an eight year old at home or something?"

"Why does it matter to you?" I asked, turning away from her. "You don't see me asking about that obviously gay guy you're seeing." I was referring to Jeffrey Andrews, another up and coming singer. I had seen her with him on the covers of a few tabloid magazines, both of them holding hands. When I had first seen it, it took everything I had in me to not take out the magazine rack. Everyone in the business suspected the guy was gay. There was no way a straight guy dressed that nicely and presented himself that way that wasn't.

"How about you shut the fuck up about shit you know nothing about?" She retorted. "At least Jeff isn't some big tough guy that has to beat people up instead of dealing with his emotions. God forbid a guy actually be sensitive about stuff like that. People might know how he feels rather than having to guess."

"Oh, I'll tell you how I feel alright." I bent my knees in front of me and rested me arms on them. "I feel like climbing out of the ceiling right now rather than spending however fucking long we're going to be in here with you."

"The feeling is mutual for once." She muttered, closing her eyes. Running her fingers through her hair, she slowly reopened them and gazed over at the door.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I questioned, shifting so I was facing her. She didn't move to look back at me.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it." She said softly. I opened my mouth to say something but was cut off my the crackling of the intercom.

"You still there folks?" The man's voice said.

"Where the hell do you think we would have went?" I asked, crawling closer to the control panel. Kim pulled her knees up to her chest, giving me room.

"Well, we contacted the engineer and he said he's on his way. Could take about two hours though." The man responded.

"You told us an hour half an hour ago!" Kim cried. "Isn't there something else you can do? Like pry open the doors or something? What about calling the fire department?"

"Unfortunately, you two are in between floors. Per our protocol, we don't call the fire department unless there is a medical emergency in the carriage. Is there?" The guy asked, sounding a bit snotty about the whole situation.

"Listen, I'm sorry that us being stuff in here is ruining your evening." Kim said, beating me to the punch. "Perhaps if your hotel was better equipped to deal with shit like this, we'd all be having a better night. I recommend you call the fire department and get us the hell out of here or else you're going to have a massive lawsuit on your hands."

"Ma'am, we are doing our best. I will let you know as soon as we hear anything else." He replied before shutting off the intercom. She let out a frustrated cry, slamming her back against the wall. I slid back to my original place in the corner.

"That worked well." I commented, receiving a glare that would have killed me if looks were capable of doing that.

"I don't see you doing anything about our situation."

"Well, I'm certainly not threatening the person saving us. That seemed to not help whatsoever."

"How about you do us both a favor and go fuck yourself?" I sighed.

"That would be considered indecent exposure. We still are on a public elevator." She rolled her eyes.

"Why? Why did it have to be you of all people on this planet?"

"I guess the universe has a sick, sick sense of humor."


Kimberly

Another half an hour passed without any sign of rescue. I tried everything I could think of to get out of here. I tried moving the ceiling tiles but they didn't budge, held in place by the light fixture above our heads. I tried calling the man on the intercom but it didn't do much of anything but ring shrilly for a moment. He was apparently too busy for us at the moment. Finally, I resorted to using the heel of my show to try and wedge the door open. The entire time, Tommy just sat in the corner and watched me. He didn't bother to offer any kind of help besides snarky and sarcastic comments the entire time. I wanted to whip my shoe at his face but it wouldn't help me any.

"What do you honestly think you're going to do if you get that door open?" He asked as I shoved the heel of my shoe between the doors. I pressed all my weight to the left, hoping to wedge enough space between them. "We're between floors. We can't just crawl out of here."

"Like the other men in this whole situation, he doesn't seem like the brightest guy." I grunted, the heel slipping out. I swore, shoving it back into place. "It's better just sitting here making comments like the fucking peanut gallery."

"Hey. I resent that. I think of myself more as the two older guys from the Muppet Show."

"Jesus Christ, you're stupid." I answered. I felt the shoe slide a little and a bit of relief filled my chest. I pushed harder. There was a crack noise and I thought for sure the door had opened. I was mistaken as I flung forward a little. Lifting my arm, I saw the my shoe had broken, the heel portion still crammed between the doors that hadn't moved an inch. "Fuck!" I growled, flinging my shoe against the wall. Tommy watched with an amused expression as I slumped back to my corner.

"That sucks. Maybe Trini was able to blackmail a famous cobbler to come tonight so he can fix your shoe." He suggested, the snideness in his voice making me want to clobber him.

"God, I hate you." I laughed, unable to believe the situation. "I told Trini to not invite you and she went behind my back and did it anyway. What a great friend she is."

"Well, pardon me if I don't feel any pity for you and your shoe." He replied. Tommy bent his left knee and brought it up, resting his arm on it.

"I'm not asking for your pity." I said. "Besides, why would you?"

"Stop it." He said, eyeing me.

"No. I mean it. Why would you? You pretty much have the perfect life." Scoffing, Tommy shook his head.

"Yeah? Is that what it looks like?"

"You've got a great career. What is it now? Five championships under your belt? You're rich and have a big house. You're married to a beautiful wife. Literally any guy in America would kill to be you and any woman would love to be with you." I responded, leaning my head back.

"There's nothing beautiful about Kat. Not anymore anyway." He said softly. "There isn't enough plastic surgery in the world to change that."

"I'm sure everything she did was to make you think better of her and to help your image." Tommy let out a dark chuckle, gazing down at his designer watch on his wrist.

"Or you know, the other guys that she's sleeping with." He said nonchalantly. My eyes widened at his admission. Kat was cheating on him?

"What?" I asked, letting out a small gasp. He nodded.

"She's been cheating about two years now. At least, that's how far back I know about. That's why she was probably on your floor earlier. One of the guys I suspected is here and that must be where his room is. Her other boyfriend was already downstairs. Kat always did have a talent for time management."

"Then why the hell are you still with her?" I asked. I couldn't believe how calm he sounded right now, discussing his wife's affairs. He shrugged his shoulders.

"My agent told me when I thought about filing for divorce that you aren't truly famous unless your significant other has an affair or two. In the world of MMA, it's better to have a hot wife everyone wants than an ex-wife who could claim you beat her up because you divorced her. My agent said my career would be over if I left her." I blinked, trying to take in the stupidity of that statement.

"That is utterly insane. If she is making you feel that way and is doing that to you, you shouldn't be with her." He chuckled again.

"It stopped hurting a year ago. Now it's just something I'm used to." I watched as his jaw clenched and I knew he was lying. There was no way this wasn't affecting him in anyway. I could see it in his eyes as well, the dark brown pools hardening at the thought of it.

"I'm really sorry you have to go through that, Tommy." I said softly.

"Yeah, well. At least someone is, right?" Tommy turned his eyes to look at me. "Not all of us can have that picture perfect relationship that you have with Jeff."

"We're not in a relationship." I replied, hugging my arms around my legs.

"That's not what the press thinks." He said.

"That's the point. Him and his publicist asked me to attend some events and parties with him. I didn't think anything of it at the time. But then our pictures started popping up in magazines everywhere, saying we were the newest hot couple. We're not though."

"Why would he want you to pretend to be with him then?" Tommy asked, looking confused.

"Because Jeff is gay." I answered.

"Well, yeah, Everyone thinks that already. Why not come out with it?" I sighed.

"Because, like you, it would be bad for his image if he didn't have a pretty girl by his side to write music about. The record label told him if he came out, he could potentially destroy his career. He isn't willing to take that chance." I explained.

"They can't do that, can they?"

"The label can do whatever it wants. Trust me." I whispered, leaning my chin on my knee. My hair fell forward, covering the part of my face that was closest to him. "From determining what image you put out to the songs you're going to perform. You're just theirs to mold."

"What did they do to you?" He asked, softly. I glanced at him quickly through my hair. He looked genuinely concerned for a moment. Bringing himself to his hands and knees, he crawled over so that he was sitting against the same wall as me. There was about two feet between us and the smell of his aftershave that had settled in the elevator grew stronger in a pleasant way.

"Basically changed my entire image. I went from being a country singer to this poppy shit that I hate so much." I closed my eyes, fighting back tears that surprised me.

"The new music you have out? Is that why it's completely different than your older material?" I nodded, looking at him again.

"Once they saw how many people were buying CDs that had more pop country hits on them than traditional, the label decided I needed to go in that direction. They stopped letting me write my own music unless they could put some kind of upbeat melody behind it. I tried to fight it but they won."

"Why not just tell them you're going to sing your shit then?" He asked. "It's your voice. What are they going to do about it?"

"They would drop me from their label." I whispered. "Without a label, there's no career."

"I don't believe that." Tommy said. "You're young, beautiful, and talented. Any label would pick you up in a heartbeat. If I were you, I'd start putting my foot down and telling them you'll walk if they don't start listening to you."

"I'll do that right after you tell Kat you're going to leave her." I replied, pushing the hair out of my face. Tommy smiled tightly, letting out a soft chuckle.

"I guess you've got me there." For a second, I saw a glimpse of the old Tommy. The long haired boy who I fell in love with all those years ago. Was he still in there somewhere, deep down where life had shoved him?

"Guess we're quite the pair." I sighed, stretching my legs out in front of me. "Not exactly how we planned out our lives, is it?"

"No." He said softly, glancing over at me. We locked eyes. "Not exactly."


Tommy

"Hey, folks. You still holding in there?" The man's voice said over the intercom about twenty minutes later. Kimberly perked her head up at the sound, annoyance on her face.

"Yeah. We're still here." She replied flatly.

"The good news is that the engineer has figured out what happened and knows how to get you free." He stated.

"But?" I asked, feeling that he was going to drop a bombshell we weren't going to like.

"It's gonna take about another hour. We gotta reset our system and it takes a while to reboot. But we will have you out in a jiffy after that!" The guy disconnected the intercom quickly, more than likely hoping to avoid another lashing from Kimberly. Instead of letting out an angry outburst, she leaned her head back against the wall and frowned.

"What time is it?" She asked, not turning to look at me. I glanced at my watch, seeing that it was a little before nine. We've been trapped in here for almost three hours now. I wondered if Kat or Jon had even noticed I was missing. I doubted it. They were probably living it up down there, enjoying the party and their time together.

"Almost nine." I replied.

"I was supposed to be on stage by now." She said. "I hope they can still raise all the money they need."

"I'm sure they will." I said, doing my best to reassure her. "It is Trini, afterall. I'm sure she could get a donation out of anyone if she tried hard enough. And it's not your fault. You didn't plan on getting stuck in here forever."

"I know. Sorry you're here too. I know this isn't how you planned your night." I laughed.

"No. I planned on spending it avoiding people as much as possible at a social event." Kim glanced over at me, her head still tipped back against the wall of the elevator.

"Was it true about Kat?" She asked, her tone gentle. I knew what she was talking about but I didn't move to answer. She was right. I didn't just drop out of college because of my MMA career colleges. I had been about three quarters of the way done with my first year of school when I started trying the circuit. It wasn't going to be a career. It was just going to be something to help pay off my student debt and learn more martial art techniques. I was having a blast but also saw what happened to those that devoted their lives to it. They were rarely happy and were obsessed with getting to that next level or fight. It was the main reason I didn't want to go into it full-time. I was happy with the idea of just training to stay in shape. Kat loved it though. She loved coming to the gym and meeting the other fighters and their wives. It was the type of life I saw she wanted but I told her flat out that it wasn't for me.

Then Kat found out she was pregnant.

It wasn't planned. I had used protection every time but somehow it still happened. As a technically unemployed college student, I nearly had a panic attack when she told me. I realized I had to do something to support not only Kat but our baby that would be coming. I told Kat I would get a real job and juggle it and school. She told me to just drop out and go into MMA full-time. I hated the idea but she pushed it and pushed it. The head trainer offered me a contract at the bottom of the ladder, telling me he thought I could climb it fairly quick. Without any other choice, I accepted it. I tried to handle it and school but it was too much. I had to miss classes to train and travel for events out of the area. I dropped out, knowing it was the right choice to support my family. I proposed to Kat and we had a quick wedding, hoping to appease her parents who would be against her having a baby out of wedlock. I was finally accepting the fact that I was going to be a father and was excited about it.

After a few months though, I noticed that Kat wasn't getting any bigger. I hadn't been able to attend any of her doctor appointments and hadn't seen any new sonogram pictures since the first ones. When I asked her about it, she said it just happens like that sometimes. Shortly after that, she said that she had a miscarriage. I was upset, distraught over the idea our baby had died. I offered to go with Kat to her appointment afterwards but she said she was fine. I accepted it and moved on. It wasn't until the affair started that I thought about the whole situation. I called her doctor to find out more about it. That's when I was informed she had an abortion shortly after I signed on with the company. I knew then that she had more than likely gotten pregnant on purpose to force my hand and then ended the pregnancy when she got her way. It is the main reason why I felt no emotions towards her cheating on me. The bitch was evil and I couldn't care if she was spreading her evilness to other assholes.

"Tommy?" Kimberly asked, bringing me back to the present.I turned my face away from her.

"Yeah." I said.

"You have a kid?" She whispered. It felt like the temperature of the boxed shaped lift grew hotter. I shook my head.

"No. Why does this even matter? Do you see me asking why you aren't married to the guy you left me for?" I snapped, seeing her physically draw back from the comment.

"I didn't mean to hurt you or-."

"Yeah. I've heard that before." I muttered, standing to my feet. "Yeah, if you must know. She was pregnant. It didn't last. The end."

"What do you mean it didn't last?" She asked, pulling herself up to her feet. "Did you guys have a miscarriage or something? That's awful. Poor Kat."

"No!" I exclaimed. "It was her fucking fault." I turned away from her, running a hand through my hair. It was dry now, the product I had used in it hardening.

"I don't understand. How could it have been her fault? Unless…" She trailed off and I tossed a glimpse at her over my shoulder. "Did she have an abortion, Tommy?" I closed my eyes, not wanting to speak. I felt the raw emotion burning the back of my throat, mixing with the bile that usually tried to come up whenever I thought of the baby. "Oh, Tommy."

"Stop it." I managed to say, my voice hoarse. "I don't want pity. Especially yours."

"How could she do that to you?" She asked. "That's so awful. How could you stand to look at her?"

"Because I made a commitment to her. Some people stay loyal to those types of things. Something you might not be familiar with." I said, glaring at her.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, crossing her arms.

"Please. How long after you left Angel Grove did you start hooking up with guys? Were your things unpacked or did you just go right out on the prowl?" She looked offended, the goal I was going for. If she wanted to lay everything out on the line right now, I could too.

"It wasn't like that at all!" She exclaimed. "I never cheated on you. You were the one here, hopping into bed with Kat."

"I already told you she lied about that. I would have never done that to you. I loved you!" I yelled, my voice echoing off the walls around us. "I was willing to give up everything to be with you, no matter what it took. I gave you everything I had and supported your choice in going to Florida. All just for you to decide some other guy was better than me. Do you know how much that fucked me up, Kimberly? I spent a good year trying to figure out what the hell I had done to make you want another guy instead of me."

"A year? You were with Kat just a few weeks after I sent you that letter. I should know. I saw the two of you together!" She said, pointing a finger at me. I looked at her, confused.

"What?"

"I came back to Angel Grove to get some more of my things from Aisha. I needed to see how you were doing because you hadn't bothered to try to call or write me to fix things between us. I was worried. But sure as shit, don't I see the two of you walking hand and hand through the park? It must have been so hard to deal with our break up that you sought refuge in the blonde tramp that was the main reason I had to quit the team!"

"Kat was there for me when you weren't! You had broken up with me. What was I supposed to do? Wait around to see if you changed your mind or that the guy you were fucking was done with you? I might have been an idiot but I wasn't going to waste my life like that."

"I wasn't fucking anyone! There was no other guy!" She yelled. As she did, the lights in the elevator went out. She let out a loud gasp as complete darkness consumed us.

"Fuck." I muttered, fishing around for my cell. "They must have cut the power to work on it." I felt my phone in my pocket and pulled it out. I turned the flashlight on and it gave a soft illumination around the lift. Setting the phone on the floor, I saw that Kim had an anger expression on her face, tears threatening to fall.

"Yeah. Sure there wasn't." I replied. "Then why would you tell me there was?"

"Because I figured you had already moved on and that I should too. But I couldn't bring myself to actually do it. So, I made up some guy and told you that so that you would know how it felt to have someone betray you like that. I thought you were falling in love with Kat and I wanted you to think that I was doing the same."

"What bullshit." I scoffed, shaking my head.

"Why do you think I never reached out to the team much afterwards? I was afraid they would talk about how happy the two of you were while I was in Florida, alone and miserable. You never tried to get me back so I knew that it worked out the best for you."

"Why would I have reached out to you? I thought you were fucking some other guy while I was trying to pretend I was okay when a part of me was dying. You should have asked! You should have talked to me about what you thought was going on!" I said loudly, my heart beating fast in my chest.

"Why does it even matter now?" She asked. I opened my mouth to respond but couldn't find the words. Instead, I took three steps forward until the gap between us was gone. Bending slightly, I pressed my lips to hers.


Kimberly

It took my mind a few seconds to realize that Tommy and I were indeed kissing. In that time, my body had responded by kissing back, His arms wrapped around me and pulled me tightly against him, pinning my arms against his chest. our mouths moved together in an eager fashion, the friction causing my lips to swell. The kiss was fantastic, the first one I had had in a long time. It brought me back to high school, standing on the sand shore as I kissed Tommy good-bye for the last time. This wasn't a goodbye though. My mind came to its senses. This was adult versions of Tommy and I making out in an elevator. What the hell was I doing right now? The guy was married! Not that it mattered. Kat probably had done this countless times if Tommy was honest about that. But did that make this okay?

I moved to push Tommy away but he walked me backwards until my back was against the wall. His tongue made its way into my mouth and I found myself meeting it, matching its movements. My want to stop it melted away as I snaked my fingers into his hair. His arms moved from around my body so that his hands could cup themselves around my bottom to lift me up. I felt the metal railing dig into my ass as he pressed his body against me, holding me to the wall. His hands explored my body, touching me in a way I hadn't been touched since he did last. If there could have been dust and cobwebs, there probably would have been. A moth might even flutter out knowing my luck.

I removed my hands from his hair and clasped them around the back of his neck. I wrapped my legs around his waist for better support and felt something hard poke me through his pants. The elevator felt like a dark sauna now, my internal temperature rising as his hands slowly came up the length of my thighs. A shiver ran down my spine as he repeated the action. Tommy released my mouth, trailing kisses from there, down my jaw line and to my collar bone. On my neck, he sought out the area above my pulse and ran his tongue over the area for a moment before kissing it. I felt his teeth nip at the spot, causing my eyes to close and my head to tip back. He brought his right hand to my left breast and pulled my dress down to expose my chest. He pinched my left nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, causing my back to arch up and off the wall. He left my neck, bending down to take my other nipple in his mouth.

"Shit." I gasped, moving my hands to his shoulders. Every conscious thought I had before right now was gone. All I could focus on was the pent up feelings I've been burying all this time. All the nights I laid there, thinking about him and what his life was like without me in it. Wondering if he ever thought about me the way I thought about him. As his fingers explored my body, I couldn't help but feel a small part of me hopes that this meant I was still in his heart somewhere. Somewhere deep where he kept our memories.

Tommy brought both of his hands down to grip my ass again, lifting my dress until he found my underwear. Pulling it down, he backed up a half step to slip them off and toss them over his shoulder. They disappeared into a dark corner of the elevator where I couldn't see. I took the space between us to undo his belt and fly, pulling the zipper down. I found dark green cotton boxer briefs under his pants and I fought a smile. Reaching into his pants, I wrapped my fingers around him through his underwear and he hissed against my skin. Standing up straight, he batted my hands away to release himself. I felt it slap the inside of my thigh as he stepped closer again. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he positioned me above him. Slowly, he pushed his hips up and lowered me down. I felt him enter me and I let out a gasp, amazed at how familiar it felt. Once he was in about an inch or two, he bucked his hips back and forth to help build moisture. It felt amazing and like teasing at the same time, the anticipation building in the pit of my stomach. Gripping his shoulders, I waited until he went to lower me again. I bucked, him slipping and filling me all the way. A loud moan came from my lips and I tossed my head back, bouncing it loudly off the wall.

"You okay, Beautiful?" He whispered, continuing to buck. I nodded, not wanting him to stop. I could deal with a minor concussion later. I pressed my lips to his again, exploring his mouth with my tongue. I felt him grow harder with that and he began to make his strokes harder and faster. Noises that would make my mother faint came from my mouth, telling Tommy how much of a grade A job he was doing. The muscles in my legs burned from the strokes I was making but I pushed through the pain. Tommy gripped the railing under me for more leverage, burying his face into my chest again as my head pulled to the side. The combination of him sucking my hot skin and him pumping into me was making an orgasm barrel towards me like a tractor trailer on an interstate. I knew it would be coming and fast. Sweat was forming on my skin and I could feel it through his dress shirt.

"I'm going to cum." I panted, feeling the edges of my mind begin to blur with it.

"Tell me you missed this." He whispered, bringing his mouth close to my ear. "Tell me you've missed me."

"I do." I breathed back, the orgasm now looming over me like a tidal wave. He tangled his fingers into my hair.

"I've missed you too." He said before engulfing my mouth with his again. The wave hit and I cried into his mouth, digging my nails into him. His hips moved faster in a not so in-sync rhythm, telling me he was going over the edge as well. I felt him stiffen inside of me and he growled, the noise vibrating between us. With a couple more jerks of his pelvis, he came to a stop. He pressed his body against mine slightly, resting as we both panted. Pulling away from the kiss, he pressed his forehead against mine.

"Well, fuck." I breathed, trying to catch my breath.

"I believe that's what we just did." He replied, making a laugh come from the both of us. He untangled his hand from my hair carefully, doing his best not to pull it. I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, hugging him.

"Is it true?" I whispered. "Have you missed me?"

"Yes." He answered softly, wrapping his arms around me to return the hug. I closed my eyes, feeling tears brim my eyes again. "Was it true for you?"

"Yes." I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He pushed me back slightly so I was leaning against the wall again. With his thumb, he wiped away a tear that had managed to slip down my cheek.

"Kimberly, I-." He started but was interrupted by the lights coming back on in the elevator. There was a rumbling noise and suddenly, the entire thing lurch down. It sent Tommy stumbling backwards, awkwardly holding me against him.

"We're moving!" I said, not believing it. The floors started to count down now.

"Shit." He muttered, looking down at me. It suddenly became apparent to me that Tommy was still inside of me and that I was still exposed as could be on the top half of my body.

"Oh!" I cried out, yanking my dress up to cover my breasts. Gently, Tommy eased himself out of me and I instantly missed the sensation. He set me down on my feet and I spotted my underwear discarded in the corner her had tossed them. He zipped himself up and redid his belt as I snagged them, pulling them up my legs.

"Hey there!" The intercom idiot announced. "We've got you started! It's going to head straight to the lobby and you will be good to go."

"Thanks." Tommy called, grabbing his jacket and cell phone from the floor. I noticed his hair was sticking up where my fingers had gone through it. Reaching up, I combed it down with my fingers. He looked surprised at my affection.

"You guys did a great job hanging in there. See you in a minute!" The intercom shut off and we continued to climb down.

"Thank you." He said, bending down and grabbing my shoes. He held them out to me, the broken one reminded me I couldn't wear them to the event. Not that going was an option now. It was pretty much over now, people probably heading to the after party that I had no interest in attending.

"Thanks." I took them and looked up at him. "Tommy?"

"Yeah?" He replied as we neared the lobby.

"What were you going to say before the lights came back on?"

"It wasn't important." He said, giving me a small smile. A sudden loud noise made us both jump, the noise coming from his cell phone in his hand. We both looked and saw a picture of Katherine on the screen. Tommy glanced over at me quickly before answering it. "Hey, Kat."

"Where the hell are you?" I heard her loud voice say.

"I've been trapped in the elevator. They just freed it. I'm heading down now." He replied, a defeated look on his face.

"Good. Get the fuck here. We're going to the after party." She hung up and I saw the screen go black.

"I almost wish we were still stuck." I said softly. Tommy didn't say anything as he tucked his phone back into his pocket.

"Me too." Behind him, I saw we had reached the second floor. Stepping forward, I stood on my tippy toes and kissed his cheek. As I went to step back, he caught my hand and stopped me. He kissed me on the lips sweetly, stroking my hand with his thumb as he did. The elevator came to a stop, dinging, as we pulled away from each other. He released my hand as the doors opened behind him. Beyond the doors, I saw an entire group of employees of the hotel and a couple first aid officials who were probably from the event.

"Are you two okay?" A man in a blue suit asked, stepping forward. I recognized his voice from the intercom. He wore a shiny name tag that read Michael, Hotel Manager under it. He was tall and skinny, nothing like I had pictured him to be when he spoke to us.

"Yeah." I said, nodding as Tommy let me step out first. "We're fine."

"Please let me be the first to apologize for this whole ordeal. The hotel is going to fully compensate you for your stay here as well as any future visits you might have." He said, majorly ass kissing. I only half listened to him as I glanced over my shoulder at Tommy. He was hanging in the background now, trying to be as invisible as possible.

"Thank you." I said, smiling at the manager. "I promise, we're alright. Thank you all for your help. We really must be getting to the fundraiser now."

"Of course! I'll send for an escort right now. Everyone, please get back to work." Michael turned and shooed everyone away as he scurried over to the front desk. I caught a couple of guests gawking in our direction, hotel staff diverting them another direction. Once everyone was away from us, I opened my purse and pulled out a scrap piece of paper and a pen. I quickly scrawled my number on it. I held it out to Tommy.

"What's this?" He asked, taking it.

"My number." I replied, putting the pen back in my purse.

"But…" He trailed off.

"Maybe we will never grow a pair and tell those who are fucking us over to fuck off. Or maybe, we just need someone in our corner to help us do it." I shrugged my shoulders. "And clearly, you know how to support someone in a corner."

"Huh? Oh!" A blush filled his cheeks at the comment and he smiled, shaking his head. "Yeah. I guess so."

"Call me if you ever want to talk or if you want me to beat the fuck out of your wife."

"I'll keep that in mind. Call me if you ever want me to beat up someone at your label." I smiled, turning to walk towards the front desk. "Hey, Kim?" He called out behind me. I stopped, looking back at him.

"What?"

"I should have went after you." He said, my number in between his fingers. "Back then. I should have tried to go after you when I got the letter."

"I never should have left." I replied. "Maybe we won't have to miss each other for much longer, okay?"

"Okay."